Page 45 of Fight for Forever
She sits back, forcing me to release my tight grip, but I still keep one arm around her, the other falls to her thigh. Meg looks at me and I hold my breath, not sure how she is going to feel after what we just did, but her eyes are filled with wonder and a gentleness I wasn’t expecting.
“Good. Really good,” she amends and gives me a shy smile.
The kiss I give her is brief and just a slight touching of our mouths before I sit back. Her eyes drop to my lap and up again, but I shake my head, just enough to let her know we’re not going there. Not yet.
I stand and she grabs my neck with a squeal, making me laugh. Setting her down on her feet, I glance at our surroundings. Jesus, I’m not sure I can go back to training with her right now. Cupping her jaw, I give her a cheeky wink, then step back.
Meg stares at me for a moment. All the air seems to get sucked out of my lungs as I wait to see what she is going to do. In the moment, it was amazing, and I know she enjoyed it, but I’m not sure if she is going to bolt, or if she needs space.
“Do you want to go get cleaned up? I’ll grab us a drink,” I offer.
“I’d love one of those green smoothies you make,” she says with a smile.
They take a while to make, so she’s letting me know she isn’t about to freak out and run a mile.
“Towels are in the guest bathroom. Take your time.”
I watch her walk out, unable to stop my eyes dipping to her ass. She turns as she reaches the doorway and catches me. I just grin. She shakes her head with a smile and disappears down the hallway. Waiting until she is in the guest room, I head to my bedroom and strip off, walking straight into a cold shower, hoping it will help.
It doesn’t. My dick is so hard it’s fucking painful. Her face as she comes fills my head as I jerk myself off. I’d be ashamed by how quickly my dick jumps and cum spurts all over the shower wall, if I wasn’t so damn worked up by the gorgeous, vulnerable but determined woman I just had in my arms.
Chapter Eighteen
I’m walking on air for the next few days. As much as I wanted to take things further with Joey in his gym the other day, I’m glad we didn’t. And I’ll forever be grateful for the gentle way he treated me. For knowing without me having to ask that I needed a moment to recover from the intensity of that climax.
Sitting on his lap, safe in his arms, I’ve never felt more at home. A thought that scared me, but then I’d felt the hardness of his dick against my leg, even though he was trying to hold me so that it wasn’t touching me.
His restraint was amazing. Not that it would have bothered me had he taken it further. I felt bad after I left his apartment that he hadn’t got off. Although he disappeared into his room for a shower too, and I couldn’t help but imagine what he was doing in there.
We’ve been for two runs since that day, but not been back to his gym yet. He’s come over to Manhattan for it too, saying he has to head straight to Sam’s as his training ramps up.
Every time, he’s kissed me, holding me like I’m something precious, making me feel amazing. Then he turns into the other Joeyand watches me to make sure I’m stretching before we start our run.
I have two nights off, and I’d hoped we could go out on at least one of them, but he is meeting his trainer this evening, so instead I agreed to go to McAllister’s with Brooke and Jenna. I like it here. Jenna’s Godfather owns it and he doesn’t stand for any nonsense in his bar. He has a lot of regulars. It never gets over packed or rowdy. There is always a safe, welcoming atmosphere here.
And whether they realize it or not, Jenna and Brooke always make sure they keep close and divert any unwanted attention. Even if Brooke was in a flirty mood, she would never bring anyone over to our table and interrupt girl time.
I have seen little of Jenna over the last month, but she calls and texts. Brooke assures me it’s because she is so busy with work, having had a lot of time off with the tour and her recovery. With Adam being back from his tour, she’s spending a lot of time with him.
“He wants me to move into his place with him,” she says now, sipping on the cocktail one of Lou’s bartenders made for us. Lou stared at Brooke like she was nuts when she asked why there weren’t cocktails on the menu before the bartender stepped in and said he could do them for us.
“Move in? With a boy?” Brooke’s eyes widen comically, making Jenna roll her eyes.
“Are you going to?” I ask.
Jenna mulls it over, frowning into her glass.
“If you have to think about it that hard, it means you don’t want to,” Brooke says.
Jenna scowls. “No, it doesn’t.”
Brooke arches that brow of hers that says she expects you to be honest and do it quickly. No one can hide from thatbrow arch.
“I’m… scared.”
“Of what?” I ask. Jenna isn’t scared of anything. Hell, she fought my ex, inflicted some serious damage on him before… I shake that off again.
“It’s like… Huge.”